| William Shakespeare - 1995 - 340 стор.
...GU1LUENSTERN But ihese cannnt I cotnmand to any utterance of harmony. I have not the skill. "o HAMLET Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of...out the heart of my mystery. You would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass. And there is mudi music, excellent voice, in this little organ.... | |
| Tim McDonough - 2002 - 460 стор.
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| Kenneth Muir - 2002 - 216 стор.
...Guildenstern. But these cannot I commend to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. Hamlet. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of...out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass, and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ,... | |
| Agnes Heller - 2002 - 390 стор.
...metaphor of the musical instrument for his innermost soul. Hamlet says to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern: "Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make...out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice in this little organ... | |
| 1984 - 456 стор.
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| Arco - 2002 - 238 стор.
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| Herbert Blau - 2002 - 375 стор.
...grieving. Lowers hands as she reaches the other side of the circle, turns and speaks into the space: JUL: Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of...stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery. DEN: Seems, madam? Nay, it is. I know not "seems. " Julie's tone changes again, a green thought in... | |
| Adam Phillips - 2009 - 398 стор.
...true'. And by the same token, Hamlet himself predicts what critics of the play will want to do to him; 'Why look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of...stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery . . .' (Act III, scene 2, 386). Hamlet says this to Guildenstern, as though there was a heart, a centre,... | |
| Dana E. Aspinall - 2002 - 228 стор.
...GUILDENSTERN: My lord, I cannot. ... I have not the skill. HAMLET. Wby. look you now, how unwortby a thing you make of me! You would play upon me, you...out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and therc is much musie, excellent voice in this little organ,... | |
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